She didn’t allow herself to continue down that line of thought, instead she let the waves of passion come to a crescendo and consume her. Her two males worked her body in perfect harmony as though there was an unseen conductor orchestrating them on how to move, how deep to go, and when to pull back. It was a dance she wished could last for much longer than she knew it truly could.
None of them dwelled on that fact. Instead they made the most out of every touch, each long and deep stroke, and every tender, rough, and loving caress. They made mere moments feel as though they were hours. And when they climaxed, they did so in unison, clutching one another, letting not only their pleasure flow out freely, but their unconditional love flow as well. If this was to be their last time together, it would be one to remember.
11
Dear Old Aunt Hildegard
Down beneath the vampire castle, dear old Aunt Hildegard sat rocking back and forth, repeating the same word, “Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing…” over and over, but no one seemed to be paying the ancient vampire any attention. They were so used to her craziness they didn’t even home in on what word she was saying.
What they didn’t know was there wasn’t a damn thing wrong with the old bird besides stubbornness, boredom, and sheer will that would boggle even the brightest and most devious of minds. Centuries ago the old crone had placed a silly-ass bet with one of her closest friends; said friend was long since dead. The bet was she wouldn’t be able to get the entire vampire community to believe she had gone bat-shit crazy during the crossing over to Underlayes, and that she could make that belief last for one hundred years. She was now well into her third century, and the hoax was still going strong.
One would think she wouldn’t have even bothered with attempting to pull the scheme, seeing as her friend wasn’t even alive to see she had pulled it off in the first place. The truth of it was Belinda wasn’t just Hildegard’s closest friend, but also her only friend. There weren’t many beings who old Hildegard really liked, or who liked her, for that matter. She wasn’t an outright bitch or anything, just, well, unique, to put it mildly. She didn’t quite see most things in the same light as others, and had become an outcast among outcasts, finding humor in the darkest of situations.
For instance, the Salem Witch Trials—she found extreme humor in those. Since nine times out of ten the dumbass Quakers were burning their own people and not true witches, she used to pay one of the sprites to cloak a small area whenever they did an evening burning. And she sold tickets and popcorn. To her, it was like an extreme comedy. To others it was extremely morbid. Her thoughts were if that was how they felt, why’d they buy a damn ticket?
Suffice it to say, not many of the beings from any faction really understood or even liked Hildegard, and to be fair she did not like them either. Except for Belinda, a witch almost as old as she who was an extremely strong empath. She not only understood Hildegard; she appreciated the fact Hildegard was a say what you mean, mean what you say type of vampire. Since she was surrounded by beings who laughed and smiled in her face while she could feel the true hatred they had rolling off them in waves, someone who was true to themselves and to everyone else was something she craved even more than a breath of fresh air. But, you know what they say, wanna tell a great joke? Try telling the Fates what your plans for life were.
Belinda wasn’t only a witch; she was also half-human. That made her being an empath even more strenuous on not only her emotions, but also on her heart, a heart that wasn’t as strong as that of a full-blooded witch. She had tried using stones such as amethyst to block people’s emotions from affecting her, but she was too strong an empath for much of anything to work, not even cleansing. Plus, who could smudge themselves twenty-four hours a day? And sometimes too much was just that.
When the night finally came for all the factions to cross over to the new dimension they had created where they all could co-exist in peace, the last thing they expected to happen did. All those different beings coming together, gathering and helping one another towards their common goal. All those emotions together in one place; fear of crossing over to the unknown, anger and frustration of leaving the only homes they knew behind, the excitement of living without having to hide their true nature, grief for loved ones they’d lost to humans’ fear before the creation of Underlayes, all those emotions seemed to be amplified by the rift. So many different emotions hitting Belinda all at once ended up being too much for her poor, weak, half-human heart to take, and it gave out before she could even set foot into the new realm.
So here Hildegard still sat in her own private little corner in the caves, acting as though she hadn’t a clue as to what was going on in the world surrounding her, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. Old Hildegard’s senses did not diminish with time; quite the opposite. She had been spending her time honing all her senses whenever she wasn’t harassing or scaring the shit out of her dumbass family members. It amazed her none of
